Years ago, my husband began dragging me to European castles. Like so many others, he has a thing for medieval keeps, moats and dungeons. More than 1,000 of them were built a century after the Norman Conquest alone, many of which still stand — some occupied, some mere remnants. What’s missing from all of these symbols of former aristocratic glory is a pulse — a community filled with decadence, despair, determination, decorum or even debauchery.
But deep in the heart of the French c… (View original article)
